I was horrified after hearing this, but in the end all I really showed was a wry smile.
Could it be that I can’t stay after the real Kirihara Sawa?
"You should stay in the organization to rest for now. I will arrange for you to go out after things calm down."
Mori Ogai said while giving me the infusion.
""
But if nothing is done, the situation will never calm down, Chief. "I said in a deep voice.
Mori Ogai's men were busy and did not respond. He just kept silent and pricked my skin with the cold iron needle, allowing the light yellow liquid to enter. I closed my eyes slightly and could clearly feel the temperature of the liquid in my blood vessels.
I know that Mori Ogai is waiting for a clear attitude.
"It is never the best choice to sit back and wait for the consequences," I clenched my fists in excitement, "Let me find the truth of the matter."
"For the organization, you may be in trouble."
"It doesn't matter, I just want to survive." I raised my hand and found that my palm had unconsciously become thin and thin, with distinct blood vessels, unable to block the sun.
Mori Ogai smiled after hearing this, looking like a parent with a stubborn child: "Then go ahead and let Chuuya accompany you."
I blinked, grateful.
…
Three days later.
When I appeared in front of Zhongya with a sickly face, anger suddenly ignited in him, and he couldn't tell who it was for.
He said nothing, turned his head and headed to the mission location in a muffled voice.
But I can still see that his pace is much slower than before. Despite this, my body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, could only drag on and barely keep up.
"How's it going?" Not even halfway through the journey, he still couldn't calm down.
I tilted my head and thought about it, but in the end I didn't understand what he was asking me.
In the end, I could only give an ambiguous answer: "...okay?"
He paused and stretched his black-gloved right hand back into a grasping shape.
"'Okay' means you're tired... hold my hand and it will feel easier."
I reacted, and a smile suddenly spread on my face. Sure enough, Zhongya always gives me some heart-warming surprises when I don't expect it.
I held his hand, and the hot red light enveloped us instantly. My body is floating in the air, rarely free.
I still remember that moment. The two best friends held hands and raised their heads, just like flying birds, but not as good as the blue sky. Their friendship never takes the spotlight, but it always floats on the weak water like Bai Yu.
…
"We're here." Chuuya didn't let go of my hand immediately when he landed. Instead, he let me relax my sluggish soles and let go of my hand when he saw that I was almost done.
"Still angry?" I deliberately put my face in front of him and asked.
"How is that possible?" Chuuya turned away, "I'm not just an adult kid like you."
I straightened up and was about to laugh, but then I remembered that I was already standing on Mafia's territory. I had to act like a cadre and couldn't smile with the corners of my mouth raised.
My eyes swept forward, scanning one face after another.
"Did you memorize the missing list?" Chuuya asked. Looking at him, he seemed to be ready for battle.
"Yeah," I nodded and whispered, "The one counting the goods looks familiar. I'll go over and talk to you later, and you can help me."
"Okay." Zhong Ye agreed, and we set off one after another in unison.
Only then did the mafiosi notice Chuuya and I's appearance, and they all put down their work to pay tribute.
I maintained my character, ignored him, walked straight to the target, stared at his busy back, and spoke for a long time.
"busy?"
The target was obviously frightened and turned around, revealing a face that was so tired that I had never seen before.
His eye sockets were sunken, his lips were chapped and bleeding, and his barely upright body looked like a resin doll without a skeleton.
It was obvious that he had been dead for some time. I wonder.
"Mr. Kirihara!" he trailed off, his words sounding like breathlessness.
"List." I pointed at his hand with my chin.
He handed it over without thinking.
The air around us was very quiet, and without thinking about it, I could clearly hear the friction sound coming from his body, which was very harsh.
Therefore, the moment he approached my body, I did not take the list. Instead, he put two fingers on his wrist, without fear of looking into his eyes.
The target was stunned, not as if he was thinking, but more as if the program had received unexpected information and crashed.
"You've been dead a long time ago, right." I confirmed in a low voice.
"Ah...ah..." The person opposite shook his head wildly.
But to call it crazy, in fact, the movements reflected on him can also be said to be very small.
"You are dead," I reiterated, "and have been dead for more than a month. Information shows that you disappeared in August last year and were inexplicably returned until two weeks ago."
"Why, you don't remember? Your direct boss is really good, but he allowed a corpse to take office... He should be fired as well."
I spoke a lot in one breath, and my throat, which had not been used for a long time, was slightly itchy.
Fortunately, the effect was also obvious. The target's eyes finally moved, and his face twitched, looking hideous and terrifying.
I took two steps back, and Chuuya stood beside me.
Unexpectedly, after his body quickly twisted and expanded, with a crisp sound of bone cracking, he deflated at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At the same time, the stench of rotten flesh spread evenly.
"Damn it!" Chuuya covered his mouth and nose and rolled his eyes.
I wrapped myself with supernatural powers, isolated the surrounding air, and approached the target step by step.
Seeing me walking forward, Chuuya was naturally worried, so he could only hold back the feeling of vomiting and reluctantly followed me.
I walked up to the target, took out the gloves I had prepared, and searched for places all over his body where I could hide things.
"Here is a map." I took out a piece of A3-sized white paper from his pants.
"What's in it?" Chuuya pinched his nose and spoke in a flat voice.
"There is a place circled in red pen on it," I frowned and recalled carefully, "This seems to be an abandoned hospital."
"Okay, if you mention the word abandoned, it's definitely not good." Chuuya stepped back a few meters and took out the phone. After saying a few words, he hung up and waved to me, "I have already informed Akutagawa, he will go right away. .”
I walked over slowly: "Okay."
"I didn't expect the mission to progress so quickly... Where will you go next? Follow Akutagawa?" Chuuya asked, looking like he couldn't wait to leave here.
"Me? I'll go back to the headquarters to rest first." I smiled bitterly.
Even though I used my powers this time, my body's recovery speed was still extremely slow. Therefore, I rarely need a lot of time to adjust.
Sure enough, getting involved with homing pigeons is no good.
"Then let's go back together." Chuuya waved.
I nodded. At this time, a slight vibration in my trouser pocket attracted my attention.
I turned over the cover of my phone and saw a message from Dazai.
Dazai Osamu: There is new news, shelter, come quickly.
I sighed with a headache, turned my head, and used eight dangerous excuses before I pushed the reluctant Chuuya away, and set foot on another road alone.
